Friday, February 5, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
IRUKANDJI
I saw my spirit animal in a dream tonight.
A jellyfish. A fucking jellyfish!
Looks like a demented storm cloud.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
THAT'S WHEN THINGS GOT DEADLY
Colonel Casey is a booze-sodden compulsive liar with a dodgy posh brittish accent. Skidmark is a prescription-drug-fueled sex creep who claims to be the founding member of an interstate biker consortium/mob. Jonathon is probably a figment of my imagination. Together we fight crime?
Sunday, November 8, 2009
THE FIRST THING I REMEMBER IS
The floor. I'm staring at the floor. I don't know where I am. Feels like waking from a dream. Am I unwilling or unable to raise my head to determine where I am? I can't tell. I smell shit and disinfectant. Hospital? It sounds like a fucking lunatic asylum. So many voices. Too many. I hope I'm in a hospital because I think I need help. I don't feel...
The floor lurches up and slams me in the face. The world is on its side now and I taste blood.
Friday, October 30, 2009
THE BEGINNING
He stood on the shore and saw a dark speck where the sky meets the ocean
Each day it grew larger until it was as tall as the trees
Soon it spilled onto the shore
And then just stayed there
It was not alive
It moved only to accommodate the tides
It was smooth like stone yet coloured like wood
It was as large as a hill and filled with only dirt
He brought his people to the place
Everything in creation had been given a name by the ancestors yet the elders could not name this thing
"A canoe?" one said "Large enough for all the men on earth."
"A coffin? Like the bones and spirits of our ancestors reside in, large enough for all the tribes of earth." said another.
"It is both." they agreed "We must burn it tonight."
So they took fire to the coffin-canoe and a terrible war began that night
Men as pale as the dead emerged from the dirt inside
Men who did not bleed nor get injured like human beings
They could not be beaten to death
Only the truest spear could slay them
They fought without weapons and were stronger than ten real men
They did unspeakable things to those they captured and even to the bodies of those that had already died
Man-Mosquitoes is the name they earned for themselves
Still some of the tribes united and outnumbered them and then chased them away in every direction
Now they hide in the night and truly are the worst of creatures
They prey on men and women and children and even turn good men into one of their own
Each day it grew larger until it was as tall as the trees
Soon it spilled onto the shore
And then just stayed there
It was not alive
It moved only to accommodate the tides
It was smooth like stone yet coloured like wood
It was as large as a hill and filled with only dirt
He brought his people to the place
Everything in creation had been given a name by the ancestors yet the elders could not name this thing
"A canoe?" one said "Large enough for all the men on earth."
"A coffin? Like the bones and spirits of our ancestors reside in, large enough for all the tribes of earth." said another.
"It is both." they agreed "We must burn it tonight."
So they took fire to the coffin-canoe and a terrible war began that night
Men as pale as the dead emerged from the dirt inside
Men who did not bleed nor get injured like human beings
They could not be beaten to death
Only the truest spear could slay them
They fought without weapons and were stronger than ten real men
They did unspeakable things to those they captured and even to the bodies of those that had already died
Man-Mosquitoes is the name they earned for themselves
Still some of the tribes united and outnumbered them and then chased them away in every direction
Now they hide in the night and truly are the worst of creatures
They prey on men and women and children and even turn good men into one of their own
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